#not to mention writers block but shhhh

[ace-of-gay]

Tiny for today

Loki x little! reader

Warnings: age regression, little names like baby, tiny. Caregiver name like daddy, (i think thats honestly the only one)

Items like stuffies and paci, bottle. Reader regresses to newborn headspace

No weight, skin color, or gender mentioned.

Age regression is a coping mechanism if you dont like it please dont read it or educate yourself on the topic but please be respectful

Any hate will be deleted

Waking up doe eyed and deep in your headspace, loki knows immediately just from the glance you give him, turning the lights lower so not to hurt his sweet baby's eyes, he walks over, putting in full effort to keep a kind gentle demeanor, “good morning my dovey, were tiny today aren’t we?” He questions, knowing hes not going to get an answer.

“Yes, I believe we are, which means it’s a daddy and baby day hm?”

He would be lying if he said this want one of his favorite types of regressions you do, he doesn’t get to see his little one like this all that often, the sweet sparkly eyes are a given, those alone have him wrapped around your finger, hes at your beck and call or more so your babble and cry but right now the sweet gentle hold of your eyes to his approach, “yes, indeed, a divine rainy day for daddy and his little star” he coos at you, running his supple hand over your cheek, cherishing every ounce of adoration his heart could feel in the wake of your smile.

A small tiny babble of pure love and wanting to feel him hold you, he took this with immediate understanding, as you move your arms somewhat aimlessly he helps loosens you from the blanket so you don’t accidentally bend your arms or hands in a way that would strain or pull on them funny.

Lifting you into his arms, holding you chest to chest with him as he grabs a paci from the bedside table and your stuffy from the bed, he carries you to the living room a bounce in his step to soothe you and a hum in his chest, he knew you loved this he would make sure to have one of your hands above his chest so you could feel the vibrations of the sweet thrum of his voices resonation in his chest just for you.

Laying you gently on the couch he holds your stuffy above you to boop your nose with its nose, making kissy sounds as he taps the stuffys nose against your smiley cheeks and sweet delicate nose, he lays the stuffy atop your chest where your little hands could easily grasp it, he turns to move the coffee table to the side of the room, going into the closet, pulling out the padding mat your favorite blankie for when you’re tiny and a few other things, making a comfy little place on the floor for you, much safer than having you somewhere you could fall.

After transferring you to the little nest as he called it he gave you your paci turning on comforting calm music and going to the kitchen to make himself tea and you a warm bottle of milk, keeping his eyes on you as he does this.

When he returns to you he sets his tea aside wanting to make sure you got your bottle first since you couldn’t quite tell him when you needed food or drink he wanted to make sure you weren’t neglected in your needs, holding you gently in his arms making sure you were comfy in his arms before he goes to take your paci but you trill in soft baby giggles when you refuse to let him take it.

“Oh silly baby, someone’s being mischievous and its not me for once, can daddy take your paci? I have a bottle of warm yummy milk for my baby” to which you allow him to take the paci cause I mean what little one would pass up a yummy bottle in the morning.

Hes full of adoration, especially when you suckle on the bottle so intently with half lidded eyes, like it took all of you to just do the small things and that’s perfectly fine with him, its what hes here for, hes here to take care of his baby, hes honored that you trust him with you in such a vulnerable state.

After your bottle and all related in that he takes small comforting sips from his tea before pulling out one of his many books, it didn’t matter what he read aloud so long as it was appropriate, his favorite writings were old poems of sweet rotations of love how it be that planets circle the sun in a dance that with their gravity pulls causing the star to dance from a tiny wobble. One hand holding the book and his other running through your hair, today was about his little one, making sure to keep you happy and calm, he’d plant every tree on earth in light of the sun and down of the rain if it meant he could see your smile everyday the way he sees it right now.

#loki x reader fic #daddy loki x little! male reader #loki x little! reader #daddy! loki x little! reader #daddy loki x little reader #daddy loki x little! reader #loki x reader fanfic #loki x reader fluff #loki x little reader #loki x little!reader #little! reader #little reader insert #agere reader #ace finally posting a new marvel little reader fic after like 3 months of mental and medical hell #not to mention writers block but shhhh

[kittyball23]

Could you write a fic where Clay arrives at the Putt Putt and meets Viva?!

Apologies for the delay! Writers block hit me hard for this one 😣 But here it is now! 😃

Introductions (a Trolls fanfic)

When Clay managed to get himself upright again (or as upright as he could, hunched there in the bushes), he huffed in annoyance.

“What was that for?”

“SHHH!” the Troll who’d shoved him into their hiding hissed in a hushed voice. “Are you crazy? You’re going to get us killed!”

She’s one to talk about being crazy, he thought. No respectable Troll would go around pushing folks into the shrubs! “Look, I don’t know - “

“SHHH!” he was interrupted by her again, the shushing more urgent.

“But I just - “

“SHHHH! SHHH! SHHHH!” She gestured wildly, hoping he would get the message.

Problem was, Clay didn’t really know what her message was. She had hardly said a word to him on whatever matter was putting her in such a fritz, and her strange behavior had gone on long enough for him to become annoyed. He gave her a deadpanned look, and raised his hand slowly (and quite sarcastically) as if a student in a classroom waiting to be called on.

“What?” she grumbled. “What could be so important that you’re gonna lead them right to us?!”

Clay cocked his head. “What? Who is ‘them’?” he asked, uncertain.

“You know!” she said, lowering her voice. “Them.”

Clay crossed his arms. “I’m not catching your drift, girl.”

She rolled her eyes and came closer, whispering something that had two words in it, though he couldn’t make anything out aside from “The…”

“Come again?” he asked.

“Darn it, the BERGENS!” she shouted. As soon as she did, however, she gasped and covered her mouth. 

Clay startled when he heard screams sound from around them - other Trolls he hadn’t realized were there frantically scurrying out and about, and whimpering with fear.

The Troll he was with facepalmed and muttered under her breath. “Ay, caramba…” Then she scrambled out of the bush and cupped her hands around her mouth, amplifying her voice. “Okay guys, please calm down, settle down please! It’s a false alarm! There aren’t any of them around, we’re okay!”

“Are you sure?” one worried voice asked.

“Yes,” she assured.

Clay took the opportunity to step out from the bushes as well, brushing off stray leaves and dirt that clung onto his vest and slacks. Plucking out a twig stubbornly clung to his yellow hair, he got a better look at the girl who’d roughly shoved him in the first place, now that they were in the light. Like much of the other Trolls who accompanied her, he noticed she was costumed in greenery - a camouflage of grasses and drab brown coverup. Yet, something seemed to spark his memory…

“You look familiar…” he mumbled out loud.

At the mention of it, the Troll ditched the attire, freeing her golden-curled do and exposing pink skin from under the dull colors that she’d powdered herself with. When her fuchsia eyes met his, he already knew who she was even before she properly introduced herself with a wide smile and perky attitude to match.

“Hiya, I’m Viva! Former princess of Pop Village, current leader of Putt Putt Village and every Trollstice Refugee. Well, at least that’s what we’re calling ourselves for now… But anyway, it’s super nice to meet you, mister…?”

He extended a hand out for her to shake. “Clay.”

“Mister Clay! Right, can I just say that I’m so sorry for pushing you like that? I was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t be in the way of danger! No hard feelings?”

Clay would have answered respectfully, as he was in the presence of royalty, but his confusion prevented him from doing so. He was being hit with a little too much at once, and was in desperate need of clarification. “Trollstice?” he echoed dumbfoundedly. “Danger? Refugees? What the heck is this all about? And what are Bergens?”

He winced when the screams pierced out again, and the frantic scurrying resumed.

Viva pressed a finger to his lips and tittered nervously. “Please, don’t say that word. Like, ever. We try to avoid it. I mean, you would too, right?”

Clay shrugged, clueless.

Viva looked confused. “Uhh… you are from Pop Village, right?”

“I was,” the yellow-haired Troll clarified. “I haven’t been there in some years.”

Viva suddenly seemed to understand. “Ooohhhh… I guess that explains it,” she mumbled, more to herself than to Clay. “I’ll tell you everything,” she explained, “but you gotta come with us. We can’t stay here. It’s not safe.” She turned from him and called to her companions. “Okay, folks! Let’s move out!”

“Wait, we’re heading back to Pop Village?” Clay asked, unsure.

Viva gasped. “No!” she cried. “Never! No way! Unless you’d rather be Bergen lunch!”

The Troll ducked her golden-curled head in embarrassment when her companions screamed yet again at the frightening word. “Sorry!” she squeaked.

Then she grabbed his hand and tugged him along behind her. “We’re going somewhere safer. Somewhere a-mastic!”

When Clay gave her a baffled look at the strange new word, she sighed. “No good? Yeah, I don’t think so either. I’ve tried it a few times, but I’m kinda just like ‘bleh,’ don’t like it.”

Continuing on their path, she spoke with incredible speed and energy, so much so that at times it was difficult to keep up. But Clay managed, learning all about the survivors' town even before they arrived to it, and the critical necessity it was to shield themselves from the monstrous predators that were their enemy. By the time he stepped within the gates, he knew all about these ‘Bergens,’ and what chaos they’d caused.

His involvement in their mission and with Viva, however, was something that was yet to be discovered.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #cliva #clay trolls #viva trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #thanks for the ask! #kittyball answers

[queencherryberry]

It took awhile, temporary writers block, and getting YouTube music to cooperate but here it finally is.

Warnings: extreme fluff, talk about plan b, repercussions of not using protections, mentions of cheating, hints of little space

Chapter 3 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody internally panicked as he uncuffed you. He went and started a shower for you as well. Neither one of you wanted to break the silence on the fact that Cody just might’ve knocked you up. Neither one of you wanted to make eye contact with the other. “Did you want help standing? I’m running you a shower if you want?” He finally broke the silence. His voice was quiet, a disbeliefed tone to it, almost a whisper. You could tell he felt bad. Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breathe. When was the last time you had a panic attack? Why now? Why? Tears fell down your face as you started freaking out for no reason. You blacked out. You came to when you could feel your senses. Your blanket was the first thing you recognized. You were sat up and practically swaddled in it. A pair of arms were wrapped around you. You were propped up against someone. Cody…? You suddenly remembered where you were. You gasped loudly needing air. “Hey, hey, it’s me. It’s me. You’re ok. You’re ok. Deep breaths. Deep breaths darling. Shhhh.. shhhh…” Cody whispered trying to calm you down. He lightly placed a kiss to the side of your forehead. He rocked slowly back and forth with you. You took several deep breaths and started to calm down. Tears were still rolling down your face. You wiggled your arms free and grabbed his arms so they wrapped around your shoulders instead. You leaned into his touch and rested the back of your head on his shoulder. He placed another light kiss on your neck and then buried his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed to continue to calm down.

After a while of sitting in silence Cody spoke up. “You ok baby girl? I’m sorry if I was a little rough. Your shower can wait if you want. One thing we do have to address when you’re ready to talk.” He placed gentle kisses on your shoulder. “Randy’s going to kill us. Mostly you, but me more if I turn up pregnant.” You said. “Fuck! Jey’s going to be pissed…” you groaned. Cody picked his head up and looked at you. “Jey? As in Jey Uso? You’re dating him? Fuck….we really screwed up didn’t we?” Cody sighed leaning back into his pillows. He rubbed your back as you were still sitting in his lap. You put your face in your hands and started to cry. He sat back up and hugged you from behind. “I said we can talk about this later, do you want something to eat? If so, we need to shower first.” He tried reassuring you to get you to calm down. He hugged you until you stopped crying again. You felt kinda weird with Cody being really sweet.

After you both showered and got dressed Cody grabbed his car keys. “Where do you want to go eat baby girl?” He said cupping your cheek and giving you a light peck. “To be honest, I think Jey is lacking. If he’s not making your toes curl and he’s obviously not concerned about where you’re at and who you’re with, then I think it’s time to let him go sweetheart.” He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it. He walked out to his car still holding your hand. He opened your door and helped you in. He got in on his side and started the car. “Nuggets.” Was the only thing you squeaked out. You mostly covered your face with your sleeves. You liked this side of Cody. Maybe Cody had a point. Jey has been blowing you off lately. You were lost in your thoughts when Cody took one of your hands and held it while he drove.

After getting food and coming back home, you and Cody ate. After eating, you and Cody were cuddled up on his bed once again. “Just because I bought you food doesn’t mean we’re going to avoid the elephant in the room sweetheart. We have to talk about it even if you don’t want to.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You sighed. He was right. You sat up and looked him in the eye. “Where do we start? What are my options?” You asked, swallowing your pride. You covered your face again with your sleeves. Cody pulled your sleeves off your face and pulled you into a hug. “First, we bite the bullet and tell your brother. He may castrate me for life but at least I’m man enough to be straight with him. Second, you can either choose to keep it if you do become pregnant or we can run to the store quick and get you a plan b.” He said holding your hands and resting his forehead against yours. You nodded forgetting plan b was an option. “If we get me a plan b, can we not tell Randy?” You asked, sighing. And Cody nodded in response. He gave you a gentle kiss and hugged you, rubbing your back.

Tags: @alyyaanna @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @alyanamrossi @theswitchbladessweetheart and anyone else who wants to be tagged

#wwe #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #brothers best friend #bookshelf #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #randy orton #Spotify

[abidethetempest]

Eliksni sentence #2 of Null Composure

wow! such progress! much conlang! anyway here's sentence two

English: It pulsed softly, checked and rechecked the permissions that summoned it, and then pushed a data spike solidly into the Vex domain.

Eliksni: Iidathem ir’lohtra aadekspriist, meyvikem taap seyr’meyvikem dreskibrik en kanen dulrakem, taap meydrem israankaviiyor ir’adryst ma’bev Veksehniin.

bonus: here's a behind-the-scenes into my VERY messy process with this sort of "middle step" where i put the sentence into Eliksni word order and mark up all the words so i know what will be a root word/affix/whatever.

Pulse-past simple gentle-adverb access point, check-past simple and two-check-past simple permission-plural RP 3sg summon-past simple, and push-past simple data-spear secure-adj inside Vex-realm.

notes below the cut so yall dont have to deal w a giant block of text (sorry! i'm not a very concise writer...)

stuff im proud of/want to highlight:

the construction for "data spike" literally meaning "machine-thought-spear"

the word for data isn't a direct compound of "machine" and "thought" bc that would be wayyy too long. i used a similar process as i do names where i mashed together individual syllables. i'm gonna try doing this more often, because i think over time really long compound nouns would just get squished down into a new noun

to say that an action is done again (in the way that the re- prefix does in English), you just prefix on "seyr" meaning two. (okay technically it's the counting word for two, not the plain numeral, but like shhhh i haven't even finished the numbers yet so never mind all that). if you wanted, you could just as easily use a higher number to really emphasize that you've done this action several times, tho anything higher than three comes across as very hyperbolic and usually is done in a joking tone.

the word for Vex is just Veks. no need to reinvent the wheel!

stuff that gave me a headache:

if you compare the sentences word-for-word you may notice i repeated the subject of the sentence "aadekspriist" at the beginning while the English sentences employs the pronoun "it". this is because in Eliksni, the subject of a sentence should not be a pronoun if there is ambiguity about what it is refering to. looking back at sentence 1, the last noun mentioned was "stone", not the access point. therefore, the subject of this sentence needed to be specified so a reader won't get confused about what "it" refers to.

the third person singular pronoun "kan" (here referring to the access point) is in the accusative form "kanen" in the relative clause to make it clear that is it the object of the verb "summoned". because the verb in relative clauses always goes to the end, word order couldn't be relied on to show what the pronoun was referring to

geez that was a lot, huh? if you made it this far, thanks for reading! i'd love to hear you folks' thoughts, ramblings, incoherent screaming into the void, whatever you got. all the tags on the last translation post i did really made me smile :D

new lexicon post will come soon-ish bc i have like twice as many words now! might just post a link to the spreadsheet if i can figure out how.....

Date: 7-31-23

#destiny 2 #destiny #eliksni #conlang #indee's eliksni conlang adventure

[chichiricatsan]

For the Writer's ask game – I'm curious about: 3,6 and 15!

Ahh! Thank you, thank you @weer02! I hope your writing isn't causing you to suffer too much its way! Caulscott shippers unite...in our boats...on a sea of tears... ToT <3

3. The WIP you're most attached to.

UMMM...all...of...them?? GAHH this is such a loaded question gahhhhhhhhhh D: I love them all for various reasons. I guess if I had to pick one right now it'd be the Ryan Lucan/Fem!OC one I mentioned from my first answer to some of these asks - mostly b/c it's more of a coping fic for self-projection but shhhh, we writers don't do that nooooo SHHHHH...

6. Which part of writing annoys you the most?

Proofreading and editing, writer's block, the existential dread setting in and slipping slowly into madness as one tries to write and more WIP ideas invade like a swarm of locusts until one's mind is a buzzing static of nothingness...? Writing. I love it, but...I hate it all at the same time...?? I hate it with love of course. And in that love, I write out the hate. I am making noooo sense. Or possily the most sense. Hurgh. :T

15. Is there any scene you were/are scared of writing? Why?

Okay, haha funny gif, but seriously, it's mostly anything to do with affection beyond holding hands and/or outside "status quo" BS. This extends to my drawings as well. I've gotten better over the years, but it's because I've cut myself off from people who've f*cked with me and my sense of worth and sexuality and everything to do with sexual...anything. I was raised very, VERY conservatively, that "ugly" conservatism, and with a lot of shaming, and that shame is so ingrained in my brain that it sometimes makes me physically sick to get over these hurdles. I had to teach myself a lot and learned things from my mother (when she didn't have her own issues to address), friends, and some of my more compassionate and patient doctors over the years (which, sadly, wasn't all that many). These issues also align with my triggers as a survivor of abuse in multiple forms, and I have to work very hard to be in harmony before I can write or draw a scene with a more risqué nature. It's therapeutic to do so, and I admit I'm more comfortable somehow drawing it than writing it, but I think that just stems from me always drawing from a young age rather than writing--a hobby I picked up more at the tail end of high school and whilst in college. I still have yet to do anything past a certain threshold. Sometimes I just don't want to for personal preferences or reasons.

But yeah... tl;dr: I can't draw/write teh sexy times easily :(

-> OG link for anyone wanting to ask me questions or have others ask them!

#asks #ask game #writing

[spexialvixtimxunit]

A TO Z NSFW || Penelope Garcia Editon

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Black!Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut

Masterlist

SFW VERSION

*This was very fun to write! I hope you enjoy this after me having some time of a slight writers' block :)

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- Penelope would hold onto you to calm her breathing before getting up to clean up.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- She loves your hips and you love her neck.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

- Surprisingly she’s the type of person with an orgasm denial kink, so she most definitely likes going down on you and making you all wet and a mess 😉

D = Dirty Secret (shhhh)

- She has a toy and a picture of you in one of her locked drawers that goes to her desk.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

- She’s has experience with men but since then she only dates women but it hasn’t gone as far as to having sex. So she would consider you her first when it came to sex with a woman and boy did it seem like she’s has done that before.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

- Face riding or she likes to have your back on her chest with one leg up for easy access 😏

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

- Partially, there has been time were she cracked a flirty joke or too but she’d get too caught up in the moment to be funny.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

- Penelope doesn’t really care for any hair down there because the hair is relatively thin but she would trim it but not enough for it to be bald.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

- She loves asking you “How does that feel?” “How do you like it?” “Just like this?” It makes her go wild when you all you do is moan instead of replying.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

She only doesn’t it if she’s bored, at home, if you’re helping her, or you send her a not so SFW picture for her while she’s at work.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Mommy Kink (Specifically, she likes referring herself as Mama or Mama Bear when you both have sex)

- Praise Kink “You’re doing so good for Mama.” “Look at at how good you’re taking it.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the dirty)

- Your kitchen

- Your living room

- The bedroom (of course)

- Her office

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

- When you are passionate about your natural hair. She specifically loves when you have and Afro but she still adores all of your protective styles. Or if she sees you doing your hair and you shirt rises a little. Same for if you working and you stretch and she can see a little of your skin.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

-Degradation is a hard no for her. She isn’t a strong fan of bondage either

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

- Penelope loves both giving and receiving but she she loves going down on you and she’s good enough to make you tremble.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

- Both. If she plans out a dinner night for you both, she’ll most definitely go slow and sensual unless you say otherwise.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

- With the position and job that you both have, you’re lucky enough to get a quick kiss before you go so she’s mostly a lover of quickies because you would just hop right on the plane afterwards.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

- Penelope is into experimenting. She mostly does research on it first before consulting anything to you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

- 4. The max of 6 is she is needy

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- She literally has a tone of them but she hides them from you for a surprise when she uses them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- A lot, and it makes her overly satisfied

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

- Penelope would whine and whimper when you go down on her. She mostly tries to keep quiet when she cums, so that would have her end up coming her mouth when she cums.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

- Penelope wreath below you as you lapped your tongue around her sensitive bud, spreading her juices around her intimate area. You could feel her hand on top your you head as she grinded into your face. You could fee her twitch as you devoured her. She let out a soft huff as you picked up your pace, feeling herbody shake and tremble. “I’m so close.” she whined while continuing to work her hips into your face. Penelope let out a muffled moan as she squirted. Her chest rose and fell as she relaxed herself on the bed.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

- Nothing out of the ordinary, but she does have a birthmark on her left leg that's on her bikini line

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

- Moderate, she is modest when she is at work because she doesn't like being caught.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep?)

- After she finished cleaning up and changing, shell go so sleep. You on the other hand would fall asleep rather quickly if she puts you to work (vise versa).

#headcanon #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #cm imagine #cm x reader #penelope garcia #penelope garcia imagine #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia x female!reader #penelope garcia x black!female!reader #smut #cm smut #wlw imagine

[f1ct1onalplaces]

More Than Me

A/N: Hey lovelies! I am super sorry for not posting in months! I had writer’s block for a while and was struggling to write anything. Though it finally cleared and I am here to present you a Nikolai Lantsov fic! It’s not my best work but I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. I am always open to criticism and I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes.

TW: Kissing, intimate touching, and mentions of overworking

Summary: Sometimes even the King of Ravka needs to take a break and he wants to stay in bed all day with you.

Sleep never comes easy when you have a whole country to look after. The fear of everything falling apart while I rest for a couple of hours or mountainous piles of paperwork keeping me up into the late hours of the night.

Though, it always helps that I have someone working just as hard as I was all the time. Nikolai, who in no doubt is a workaholic, always kept a better mindset than I did when it came to meetings and all the work that came with being the rulers of Ravka.

This didn’t mean that we never slept. So, when all the sleepless nights finally caught up with us Nikolai declared a day off for the both of us.

The only reason he was taking a day off was because I desperately needed one and he was smart enough to know that I would refuse unless he joined me.

That’s how I ended up in bed at twelve in the afternoon just waking up from the best night of sleep I’ve had in a while.

I rub my eyes and squint as the afternoon light peeks through the curtains, dimly lighting the room.

I turn to the side, my cheek resting against the pillow, and see a golden-haired boy. I smile at his sleep-ridden face and am surprised that he wasn’t up hours ago. He definitely needed this more than I did.

I lift my hand to move a piece of hair that has fallen forward against his forehead. Though the second the tip of my finger makes contact his hand shoots up and grabs my wrist.

“Good morning my love.”

“Shhhh,” I say, ripping my wrist free, “go back back to sleep.” Nikolai’s eyes finally open, showing the hazel color that always looks greener when he first wakes up.

“But then what would you do my dear?” I press my lips together, holding back a smile. There is no need to encourage his stubborn attitude, but that voice. . . The huskiness.

A second too late I realize I took too long to answer as a smirk grows on his lips. So, for good measure, I roll my eyes and turn on my back.

“You are insufferable.” He laughs and apparently takes my words as an invitation to inch closer to me.

“What are you doing?” Nikolai stops and gasps.

“Am I not allowed to hug my partner?”

“Saints, you’re dramatic.”

“Oh but you love it.” I hold my tongue and instead huff, not trusting my words.

I don’t necessarily love his drama but it’s something I’ve come to find comfort in.

Without anything left to say Nikolia continues his descent in my direction.

A second later his face is right above mine and suddenly heat rushes in my cheeks.

“Hi.” I eternally cringe at myself. I have been with Nikolai for years now, but he still manages to catch me off guard, and when he does. Well, I get nervous.

“Hey,” he says, and again that voice. I let my teeth sink into my lower lip, holding back a shy smile.

Nikolai balances on his forearm while his other hand comes up to stroke my face.

“You really are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” Now I can’t help but smile.

“Nik, what did we say about getting this sappy in the morning.” He moves his hand down to my waist, his fingertips grazing the sliver of skin that peeks out from my top.

“Hmm, let me think.” Suddenly Nikolai’s face comes closer until his lips press above my brow.

“Something about how much you love me.” He moves down and kisses the top of my nose.

“And how it makes you lazy.” His lips then make contact with my cheek.

“Because you can only think about me.” Nik moves down a little and use’s his mouth to trace up my neck.

Instinctively I tilt my head back, giving him more access. At this, he stops and smirks.

“I don’t think I said any of that.” My stomach turns in anticipation of what Nikolai intends to do.

“Really? Well, I’m sure that’s what you meant to say.”

Then finally, his lips meet mine. At first, it’s slow, both of his hands placed on my hips and my arms slung around his neck.

Though, the second he bites down on my lip I let out a sigh. This seems to snap him out of whatever trance he is in. Suddenly his mouth presses harder against mine.

My hands move down his back until they meet the hem of his shirt. I let my fingers slip beneath the fabric until my nails are scratching against his bare skin.

Nik lets out a quiet moan that causes heat to move towards my core.

A series of loud bangs stop us immediately.

“Y/N,” Zoya shouts. “You need to come sign a few papers.” Her voice implies nothing but seriousness and annoyance that she has to be here in the first place.

Nikolai's head falls into the crook of my neck before shouting back.

“I’m sorry they’re not here right now, may I take a message?” The second he says that I shake my head knowing that there is no getting out of this, especially when it was Zoya telling us.

“Nikolai Lantsov if you don’t get off of them this instant I will blow this door down and pry you off.” I chuckle softly before nudging Nik off of me. He doesn’t put up a fight and slowly flops against the sheets.

“I’m coming,” I yell as I proceed to get up and search for clothes. Then once a pair of trousers and top is put over my body I rush to the mirror, trying to quickly make myself look presentable.

Once I’m finished I turn back to Nikolia.

“Get dressed, when I’m finished we should eat something.” He grunts in agreement and I laugh as I leave to go with Zoya.

#i write fanfiction #ya books #books & libraries #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #fiction #my writing #grishaverse #shadow and bone #king of scars #rule of wolves #gender neutral s/o #six of crows #zoya nazyalensky #prince nikolai #literature #ruin and rising #sturmhond

[jojolu]

Six Months in Boston

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Erin Rose

Summary: Up and coming YA author Erin Rose, was sent to a small suburb 30 minutes Northwest of Boston to finish the last two books of her series, she is about to get very close to her very handsome new neighbor.

a/n: here goes nothing!

chapter 1: Enjoy Nature

"Oh my God! Just poop already Letty!" You shout at your Chihuahua Dachshund mix breed dog. She finally does and you pick it up and tie the bag.

You are walking on a new path the realtor showed you on a map. Your phone rings and it's your   sister Tilly FaceTime'ing you.

"Hey girl......where the fuck are you? Are you exercising?"

"Ugh gross! Never. Just exploring, Mike the realtor was saying there are 30 beautiful walking paths all around! Enjoy nature....that fucking tool."

"Where exactly are you? In case I need to come and find your body in the woods."

"In a small suburb, its technically the country! I'm thirty minutes northwest of Boston. My editor sent me to Boston. MASSACHUSETTS!! LIKE WHO AUTHORIZED THIS. For a year Till! I'm a hard core West coast kid! Born and raised near the ghetto."

"Pasadena, is nowhere near the ghetto. Its your fault, your way to good of a writer. Your first book shouldn't have been so good. Like bitch, you already have studios fighting for the movie rights."

You wrote, The Wish Masters, your senior year in Grad school on a whim. Your professor wanted you all to write 1 chapter of a book and you wrote 15, when you turned it, she called you into her office the following Monday. 6 years later on your 35th birthday it was released.

It bit of Harry Potter mixed in with Tinkerbell. All the Fairy families are separated by the type of groups and your story starts when the age of fairies start to die off. Deenah and her friends Mave and Trax are off on a journey to fix and restore the age of Fairies. 

"Yeah, yeah. Oh no there a dog loose." You see a brown and white dog with a red collar and leash dragging behind him.

"Let me see!" Tilly says.

You flip the camera and stick your phone in your sportsbra.

 You call him over and read his tag.

"Hey Dodger, gosh are a pretty dog. Letty, this is Dodger, Dodger, this wild animal is Letty girl."

You pick up his leash and continue walking the way Dodger came from.

"You fucking weirdo. That dog looks familiar. What's his name?"

"Familiar? Are you an Instagram dog, D man?" You say leaning closer to Dodger.

"Holy fucking shit! That's Chris Evans dog. I bet my fucking life on it."

"Seriously? Please God, don't let this be his dog. I'm not ready!"

You hear a man's voice calling out Dodger's name.

"Oh no......"

The person you see, isn't Chris Evans but his younger brother, Scott.

"That's Scott his brother!" Tilly says.

"I know.....Shhhh."

"Dodger! Hey man, you scared us." Scott says walking up to you.

"He just walked up to us." You say handing him the leash.

"Thank you! Chris would have KILLED me! I got him." He says as he yells back to the sound of a person walking up behind you.

You look past him and see Chris Evans. 

Your mind goes blank.

"Hi I'm Tilly!" You sister says from your boobs.

"Hi, mystery voice coming from this nice lady's boobs. " Scott says.

"OH my God! It's my sister." You take your phone out of your sportsbra and turn it so he can see her.

She waves like a crazy person.

"Hi, Tilly. I'm Scott."

"Hi! This is my sister Erin Rose."

"I totally forgot to introduce myself."

"She's a writer she wrote The Wish Masters, Jimmy Fallon just had her on last week. She just sent the second and half of the third one to her editor, She there to write two more books, she'll be there a year and she lives at 347 Mills Rd and that's her dog Letty, we found her on a trip to Joshua Tree, four years ago."

"Stop talking or I'm going to hang up and block you." You say to the phone.

"Sorry....."

"Well, this is my brother Chris Evans, he is an actor, you know him from Not Another Teen Movie and Cellular. He's has lived here for about three years and he lives at 345 Mills Rd and that's his dog Dodger, who he got a shelter about three years ago."

You look at Chris who is shaking his head.

You mouth, "I'm so sorry."

He mouth,"No, I'm sorry."

You both smile at each other. You look away to where Dodger and Letty are laying down, Letty is laying on Dodger's legs licking him.

"Well, it looks like you two are neighbors." Scott says to you both.

"Right! That's awesome, she's very single." Tilly says as she hangs up.

"Oooh she's not getting invited to any of the movie premieres. I'm going go home. Come on Letty." You say pulling her leash. 

She doesn't budge.

"To bad you only weigh eleven pounds." You say picking her up.

You turn to your left and then to your right.

Fuck!  

Erin why are you so dumb! 

You have no clue which direction your house is.

"Left." Chris says.

"Thank you." You say turning back left and walking away holding a dog that doesn't want to leave.

"She left her water bottle." Scott says.

"I'll take it to her later." Chris says picking it up.

"She's gorgeous......did you see her ass......damn." Scott says.

Chris just looks at him as he starts to walk away, Dodger turns and tries to follow the direction you left in.

"I did, and that's all I'm going to say."

"You going to save that image for your spank bank?"

"Spank bank? Seriously?"

"Sorry, I watched 10 Things I Hate About You last night. Great film. I know how long it's been, so don't act like you haven't already ready pictured her under you or on her knees."

"For fucks sake, Scott!? I just met her, technically we haven't really even met." Chris says walking away.

Scott laughs as he walks behind Chris.

"Fuck you, Scott! Now that's all I'm thinking about!" He yells as he starts to run.

You make it back in 10 minutes.

You were talking out loud the whole time.

"Really! Is this really fucking happening! Chris fucking Evans! Is this because I read that Chris Evans fanfic? Listen! I'm sorry! Well I'm not really! That's story was cute and he sounds great in bed. Speaking of bed! Am I supposed to act like I didn't see his dick?  What a beautiful penis.....oh my God. We share a driveway....his house is what like sixty fucking feet from my house.......great now all I can think of his is dick! Did I save that on my phone?"

You were walking so fast and distracted you just realized you left your water bottle. You set it down when you picked up Dodger's leash.

"Dammit, I love that water bottle, let's go inside." You say to the dog that is sniffing all around Chris's side of the driveway.

You walk inside and Letty goes and gets in her kennel and gets under her blanket.

You take off your shoes and head to take a shower. Tilly calls right after you walk out of the shower.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, I just spent the last 20 minutes Google'ing him. He's very much single. He loves to take Dodger out on walks, he's covered in tattoos, he enjoys working with his hands, he loves his family, is an ass man and he has a huge penis."

"I don't care. I'm not going to do anything with information. I'm here for one reason, to write these books. This is not a story someone is writing. I'm not going to fall in love with him, he isn't going to take me on long walks where we can't keep our hands off each other, our dogs aren't going to be best friends and constantly have to see each other, you and Scott aren't going to be best friend and have matching toasts at our beautiful Farmhouse wedding." You suddenly get choked up.

"Ohhhh Erin...I'm sorry. I just got excited." She says suddenly with emotion in her voice.

"Serves you right! Who said those acting classes wouldn't help me write better." 

"You bitch! Just so you know he has a wide tongue, too." She hangs up.

Ugh, you just used the massage setting on your handheld shower head. Living next to him was going to kill you.

You get dressed, in a tank top dress that has a built-in bra and head out your pool. You hear laughing coming from your neighbor's house and fight the urge to look over.

"Erin!" You hear Chris yell.

"Please, have a shirt on...." You say before turning around.

"Hey, Chris."

Fuck him. 

No, seriously.

Fuck this sexy ass bastard.

He of course, is in just black swim trunks walking closer to his the fence. There are all the tattoos Tilly said he had, she didn't mention the chest hair.....you just want you rub your hands all over his body.

This is the closet your houses are to each other.

"Did you get that?" Chris asks looking at you.

"Shit, sorry thinking about my...book." You stumbled out.

"I have your water bottle and I was thinking that I could say thank you for grabbing Dodger, by ordering us some lunch?"

"It was no hassle, he just walked right up to me. Sure, yes that would be great."

"You want to come over now? You can come swim with me....if you want. Can you....." He stops himself.

"Were you about to ask me, a black woman, if I can swim?" You say giving him tons of attitude.

He goes beet red.

"Uh no...I was just...you have your hair straight....so I....."

You start to laugh at him.

"I thought Mackie would have told you what not to ask a black woman, it's a weave, I'm taking out next week and getting braids. Yes, I can swim, I was actually a lifeguard all throughout high-school and college. I'll change and grab Letty."

You see the relief in his face.

Did you just fluster Chris Evans.....

You are thankful for your sister, she made you buy all new swimsuits with your cash advance money. You put on your Victoria's Secret ruffle bottom bikini, you got it in three colors, white, pink and green. 

You put on the white one. Put your black sheer cover up.

You put your hair up in a messy bun and grabbed Letty.

"Listen, woman! You better act right! Do not pee on his floor!" You say to the dog who is very confused why she is getting a lecture. 

You put her down and grab the gift basket you just got from Sam Adam's and the freezer box it came in. He isn't in the back yard any more so you walk to his front door and ring the door bell.

"Brace yourself Erin...." You mumble out.

You can hear Dodger barking and Chris telling him to calm down.

He opens the door and smiles at you.

"Welcome, here let me take that. Come in."

Thankfully he put a shirt on.

You follow him to his kitchen while looking in all of his rooms.

"Our houses are the exact same. Even down to the floors. Literally the exact same. You need to see it."

"I'd like that."

You both pause for a second.

Letty and Dodger playing is what broke the tension.

"Its Letty, right? From The Fast and The Furious." 

"It is. Strangely, not many people get that."

"And Dodger, from Oliver and Company?"

"Yes, exactly. Most people think the baseball team."

"Why you have the Sox over here."

"Exactly. You want to head outside?"

"Lead the way." 

He grabs the gift basket and walks towards his backyard.

"Did you buy this?"

"Nope, I mentioned them in an interview and I got this, just yesterday."

"Not going lie that probably my favorite thing about this whole crazy life."

"Same, dude! I swear, someone asked what pen I used and I said Paper-Mate and I had a special delivery the next day. I'm really looking forward to when these studios choose my book."

"Which studios?" He asks opening your gift basket.

"You're just gonna open MY gift basket?"

"I thought this was for me?" He says laughing.

"Why would I give you MY gift basket? I don't know you like that!" You say laughing too.

"Go ahead you already opened it. Paramount, Warner Brothers, Universal and Disney! I'm really excited about that one. They are thinking of my books as movies will start a new segment of Disney aimed at teenagers!" You practically shout.

"That's amazing and my heart is with Disney."

"Holy shit, I haven't told anyone that and wasn't supposed to........I figure you can keep a secret, Cap."

"You going to make me sign an NDA?" He says waaaaay to flirty. 

He opens one of the beers and takes a long drink.

 He licks his bottom lip.

"I could get one drafted up, if I need to. Can I have I one of MY beers, please?"

"Fine, but I get this hat." He says pulling a blue Sam Adam's hat out.

He hands you a beer and your hands touch. He doesn't let go, he grabs his bottle opener and opens for you.

"Thanks. Stop taking my stuff Christopher!"

"You don't want this hat or.....this beer coozie or.........these beer pretzels." He says taking all the things he mentioned.

"Give me those fucking pretzels."You say reaching for them.

"Come on, you don't want these." He opens the bag and takes a handful.

"Ohh you are not nice." You say standing up you take off your swim cover and walk up to him. Your breast are touching his chest and every time you inhale he looks down at your chest.

"Can I help you?" He says looking down at you.

"Chris, can I please, pretty please have those pretzels, I need something hard..and..salty in my mouth."You say with your hands on his chest.

He hands them to you without another word.

"Thanks, dude." You say grabbing them and sitting back down on his pool chaise.

"That was so mean! I'm still keeping this hat and coozie." He says looking over at you.

"Sure, but I'm keeping the corn hole set."

"You sure? I can take it off your hands."

You hear Letty barking at the backdoor.

Chris goes and let's them both put, they are chasing each other in circles, they finally sit he keeps messing with her and she keeps biting him then running away.

"Looks, like they found their best friend." Chris says.

"Yep. She's such an alpha. I'm surprised she letting him be so aggressive with her."

"Well, he definitely likes the challenge of a strong woman."

"She definitely likes the attention."

"He really likes to give it."

You weren't sure at what point you both stopped talking about the dogs but you needed to get in the pool to cool off.

"So we doing this or nah?"

"Huh?" The confusion on his face was priceless.

"Swimming? Or did you just asked me to get in a bikini for nothing."

He pulls off his shirt, finished his beer and walks to the pool, turns to face you, winks and does a perfect back flip.

"Oh you fancy." You get up and walk up to about 3 feet to his pool turn towards him do a cart wheel, that goes into a round off, which has you end right at the edge of his pool, then you do a backflip into the water.

"I give that a fucking ten." He says swimming up to you.

"Thank you. I'll give yours a 9.5 you lost a half point for trying to flirt with the judge."

"I should be given a whole extra point for that."

You splash him and swim away.

"Oooh now you started it." He dives down and pulls you under the water.

You poke him in the ribs and he let's go.

"Ouch!"

You swim up close to him.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to...."

He pulls you under again.

You pull him down too and start to have a contest to see who can stay under water longer. It's been 30 seconds and he is struggling. He groans and swims up.

He watches you as you flip into a handstand underwater and walk away from him, you come up 20 seconds later.

"Damn...."

"Sorry, lifeguard!"

"I normally have much better breath control." He says swimming closer to you.

"Oh really? You practice that?" You say smirking.

"Haven't needed to, come here." 

You get closer and he reaches right under your eye takes the eyelash that had fallen.

"Make a wish." He says holding it up to your mouth.

You close your eyes and blow.

You open your eyes slowly and he is staring at you.

You throw caution to the wind and put your arms around his neck and he immediately put his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. He walks to the shallow end of his pool and puts you against the side of it.

"I'm fighting every urge to kiss you." He says.

"Same. You have no idea how much I want to."

"Then why aren't we kissing?" He says nuzzling and nipping your jaw.

"Because we both know it not going to just be kissing."

"Kiss me and find out." He says kissing your cheek and right under your ear.

"Why don't you kiss me?" You say running your nails down his back.

"I am kissing you." He moves down to your neck.

You turn your head so he'll kiss that spot under your jaw. He does and you practically moan out his name.

"Fuck, you sound so good moaning out my name."

"Kiss me." You moan out as he kisses that spot again. 

"Where?" He runs his tongue against that spot and gently bites you.

You finally turn your head and kiss him. He somehow pulled you even closer.

You put your hands in his hair as he slides his tongue inside your mouth. You pull away a bit and just look at him.

"What? We can stop."

"Nothing, I'm just taking you in. You're really good looking. I did not think this was going to happen." You say giggling.

"You're sweet. You're so gorgeous. You didn't? That bikini doesn’t agree." He says putting his hand on your ass.

You just laugh.

"Apparently, the internet is true, 'Chris Evans, an ass man'."

"With an ass like this, most definitely." He says putting his other hand on your ass.

"You are a whole mess. But to answer your question, I had maybe hoped that I could make out with my super hot neighbor, maybe just once."

"I knew it. Well that same internet calls you 'The writer who is taking YA by storm' I also saw your photoshoot in Vanity Fair, that's why I hoped you were going to wear a bikini, but this....."He runs his thumb along the edge of your bikini bottoms. "This is better than I could imagined."

He kisses you again and you wrap your legs around his waist and you can finally feel his amazing dick against your pussy.

"Damn, I can feel how warm your pussy is, I can't wait to taste you." He says in your ear.

"You look like this and can talk dirty."

"That's nothing......."

You bring his mouth back to yours and bite his bottom lip.

He reaches up and unties your bikini top, then kisses his way down to your nipple and slowly sucks it into his mouth, between his hot mouth and the chill of the water your close to an orgasm.

"Oh my goodness. You are the absolute worst."

He moves to your left breast, while his hand slowly making its way to your pussy.

The backdoor opens....

"Chris, I called you like 8 fucking times...............well hello Erin." Scott says.

"Oh my God, Scott!" You yell.

Chris just holds you close to give you some sort of cover.

"I obviously don't have my phone on me."

"I can see your hands are very full." He says looking straight into the water.

Chris tries to re-tie your top.

"Walk her to me." Scott says squatting down.

He ties the your top for you and get off of Chris.

"Well, this is not embarrassing at all!" You say swimming away.

"I'm fine." Scott says taking off his sandals and shirt and getting in the pool.

"That was the beginning and not the ending of that, right?"

"Ask him." You say laughing.

"You good over?" Scott asks him, when you both realize that he hadn't moved.

"Yep." He quickly turn and swims straight for you. 

You scream and try to swim away. 

He grabs you around the waist and puts you over his shoulder, then stand up so your ass is in his face and he turns and bites your left ass cheek. Then takes you back under the water. You bite him on his back and he let's you go.

You swim away and hide behind Scott.

"Nope, don't bring that shit over here." 

"You heard him. Go away Chris."

"Come here, Erin." 

He says as he lunges towards you.

You were quicker and got out of the pool.

He watches you walk away.

"Erin, can I have fries with that shake?" 

"You better behave."

"This is me behaving."

"You want a beer, Scott?" 

"Always." You open it and had it to him.

"Do I get one?" 

"Are you going to behave?"

"Probably, not."

You open his and walk it over to him.

You finally get yours.

"Watch this."

You put your beer bottle on the edge of the pool, stand to the left of it.

You do a cart wheel right over the bottle but stay on your hands and pick it up with your teeth and suck it in a little, then do a front to back slit then push off your hands and gracefully flip into the water. You come up with the beer bottle still in your mouth.

"Holy shit. That's awesome." Scott says.

Chris is just leaning against the side of the pool staring at you.

You swim up to him

"You didn't like it?"  You ask feeling a bit insecure.

He grabs your hand and walks you out of the pool and straight towards his back door.

"We'll be right back. Go ahead order whatever for lunch." He says to Scott as you follow him inside.

#chris evans #chrisxwoc #one year in boston #jojolu

[atc74]

Sore Muscles and Surprises

Square Filled: Free Square for @spnfluffbingo

Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, mentions of pregnancy, Rob being the best husband ever...did I say fluff? SeaCon cancellation

Summary: Snowy weather has got Rob trapped in Seattle, but he manages to surprise me. 

Pairing: Rob x OFC ME (Robelina)

Word Count: 1086

Written for: @spnfluffbingo

A/N: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own. I have been experiencing some writers block and put out the bat signal yesterday. Thank you to all that send me gifs or ideas. This one was inspired by @dolphincliffs:  Hmm how about this - your gone for the day, not expecting him home because of the latest convention, but because it was cancelled, he decided to drive home (cause no flights) and surprises you - brings a tropical feel to your place - crank up the heat, kids at relatives, got some good take out, cover all the windows with pics of a tropical location, brings in a massage therapist to give you an awesome pregnancy massage with awesome smelling coconut oils. I literally cannot resist the urge to write some Robelina, especially when it comes in as a request from this one!

This fits snuggly into my Robelina universe: Say It Like That

I was exhausted and sore everywhere. I don’t remember being this uncomfortable when I was pregnant with Olivia. I pulled into the garage, shut off the engine and shut the garage door. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and yawned. I just needed to get the groceries unpacked, then I could take a nice long bath and crawl into bed with some tea.

I hauled myself up and out of the car, which, to be honest, was a struggle these days. Carrying a few extra pounds and another human at thirty-six weeks is no easy feat. Especially when I can’t see my feet. I shuffled around to the back of the car, popped the trunk and grabbed one bag. I made it to the door and pushed it open. I dropped the sack on the island and took a deep breath. The house smelled heavenly. Thank goodness for the cleaning lady I hired to help me once a week. She must have plugged in that diffuser I always forgot to fill.

“Babe?” I froze dead in my tracks.

“Rob?” I turned and walked toward the sound of my husband’s voice. He was walking toward me and stopped as he reached the doorway to the kitchen. He was beautiful and god, did I miss him. “I thought there weren’t any flights out?”

“There weren’t. I drove. I needed to be here. I needed to be home,” he confessed, moving closer and pulling me into his arms. “Jason and I drove, then he hopped a flight home.”

God I missed him. I was so worried about him. He had been stranded in Seattle when they cancelled the convention and couldn’t get a flight out. I let him pull me as close as we could get and I broke down.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Shhhh, I’m home now,” Rob whispered into my hair.

“I’m so happy you’re home,” I cried, pulling back to look into those blue eyes I loved so much. “I missed you so much. Wait...I talked to you every day. Why didn’t you tell me you were driving?!”

“I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were,” he said, pulling me back into his arms. “Now, can you do me a favor? Go upstairs to the bathroom. I laid out a robe for you. Get changed into that, then go wait for me in the bedroom?”

“Rob, there’s groceries in the trunk still,” I protested.

“Please? I’ll get them and put them away,” he promised. I made my way upstairs, the aroma from the diffuser getting stronger. I pulled off my clothes, leaving them in a pile for later and slipped into the robe. I tied it high above my belly and shuffled across the hall to our room.

Opening the door, the shades were pulled and the room was dim, lit only by a few candles here and there. Soft music was coming from the speaker on Rob’s dresser. Rob stood next to a massage table and, Sarah, my regular massage therapist. “Sarah? Rob, why is Sarah in our bedroom?” Pregnancy had turned my normally sharp brain to a mushy paste.

“Babe, I called Sarah and asked her to come here to give you a massage. I know you have been busy taking care of the house and Liv, and me, and won’t make your own appointment, so I convinced her to make a house call,” Rob explained. He turned to Sarah. “Take care of my girls.”

I enjoyed a quick catch up with Sarah as she helped me up onto the table and settle comfortably with my ever growing baby bump nestled safely in the cutout. With a wonderful mix of lavender, ylang-ylang, ginger, chamomile, and frankincense essential oils, Sarah had me completely relaxed, my muscles giving way under her expert touch. The sounds I made were unholy and I was slightly embarrassed, knowing Rob was usually the only one that could get me to make noises like that.

A soft knock sounded at the door and I heard Rob’s voice. “How’re you doing, Red?”

“Soooo good. I’m keeping her until the baby comes,” I mumbled, face down in the table.

“Well, good. I mean, not permanently, but she is coming twice a week for the next couple months,” Rob informed me. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby.”

After my massage with Sarah, Rob helped me into something comfortable and led me downstairs to the kitchen. The first floor of the house smelled like coconut and fresh fruit. Jimmy Buffett was playing and there were two mocktails complete with little umbrellas. The table was set with pasta and a spinach salad with fresh strawberries and candied pecans and a vinaigrette, all from our favorite restaurant.

“I was gone for like two hours. How long have you been home and how did you do all of this?” I was stunned as I took a seat in the chair he pulled out for me.

“I called your mom,” he replied, a little sheepishly. “She said she would get Olivia from school and take her in the morning. They got a room for tonight so she is can swim. I knew you had a doctor’s appointment today, too. How did it go?”

“Good. Baby is growing like a weed. My blood pressure is slightly elevated, but other than that, good. Just over a month to go,” I replied, digging into the heavenly, creamy pasta in front of me.

“I know it’s a day early, but I wanted us to have a date night just us. Then we can celebrate with Liv tomorrow. Happy Valentine’s Day, Red,” he leaned over and kissed me.

“Did you really schedule Sarah for twice a week?” I asked, sipping on the wonderfully fruity frozen concoction.

“Yes, Mondays and Thursdays until the baby comes, then you can set the schedule with her after that,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“That is a pretty extraordinary gift, Rob,” I eyed him from over the top of my bright blue umbrella.

“You’re a pretty extraordinary woman, Red. We’re starting a new journey together. Blending two families with this baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or give you, if I can,” he professed.

“This baby is pretty lucky to have you for a daddy,” I smiled, though the hormones and emotions brought tears to my eyes.

“No, we’re the lucky ones,” he took my hand. “All of us are lucky to have you for a mama.”

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[lokibug]

Thankful...that I didn’t die trying to thank you

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve finds a family owned bakery in the “bad side” of town and to get away he goes there often. He notices you there and can’t help but feel drawn to you somehow. Meanwhile, you are completely shocked when you see that the man who saved your life a year ago is attending your friend’s parent’s bakery often, just as you do. You can’t muster the courage to speak to him and thank him so you begin to think of ways of how such a shy person like you could.

Warnings: None

A/N: Okay! So I didn’t base this story off this song entirely but, “I Think I’m In Love” by Kay Dahlia, inspired it and got me out of the writers block I was having. Also leave requests, feedback, anything, I live for that stuff haha

As Steve entered the vintage looking bakery, he took in his surroundings. The aroma smelt of coffee and fresh baked muffins, vanilla amongst the rest of the smells being the most evident. Being his first time there, he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted but everything within the glass case looked extravagant. He was greeted politely and served with what he finally decided on, a raspberry muffin and a cup of coffee.

Carrying his to-go bag he made eye contact with you from across the room. He couldn’t help but stare, you were just so beautiful in his eyes. There was something familiar about you that he noticed. Maybe it your hair or even the clothing you wore? Despite not figuring it out, he couldn’t help but feel he’s encountered you before. The way your shy eyes looked away from his finally snapped him back to reality. He resisted the urge to ask you and gave a simple smile instead before leaving a dollar in the tip jar and exited the bakery, the bell ringing as the door shut behind him.

While finally having some free time due to missions not being as consistent, this was becoming a normal thing for Steve. This is where you would reside for a few hours before the subway would take you to your interning job at the New York Times. Seeing him was a surreal thing to you. You knew exactly who he was. The great and shiny captain America, a hero to those in need. He was a role model to people and children all over the world, especially in New York City where Avenger’s Tower stood. His record was no secret to you, you didn’t doubt the hero he was. After all, he had been the one who saved your life during the invasion. Seconds away from being crushed to death by tons of concrete, Cap had rushed in and tackled you out of the way.

Ever since that incident you wanted to thank him for doing this. There was only one problem, you were undeniably shy. You never believed he would be in a hole in the wall bakery a few feet away from you, so simply imagining the day you would encounter him was easier than it actually happening.

Every day you said to yourself, “Tomorrow I’ll go talk to him before he leaves,” but of course it never happened. Steve rarely stood in the shop to long, he didn’t eat the same muffin he ordered everyday inside, he would leave the warm bakery instead. The owners happened to be your best friend’s parents. They loved Steve since he consistently came and left a tip. Your friend’s mother never hesitated to mention to you how much more sparkly his eyes were up close without the mask on. That was another factor that made you even more nervous. Steve was incredibly attractive and the way you interacted with beautiful people you had never spoke to before was, well nonexistent.

Finally deciding you wanted to meet him, you did what you do best. You drew. Without his knowledge, you snapped a side profile of Steve’s smiling face and slowly every day you would sketch more and more of him. Not leaving out one detail you made sure it looked amazing. Of course you would have your doubts, worrying he would see you as a stalker but, you were determined to just try.

—————

Today was the day. Today you would muster up enough courage to take the hero by his shoulder and ask to speak with him before he made his way back out into the city. Okay, you didn’t plan on grabbing him at all, but you would most likely just tap his shoulder?

Then, there it was. The ring of the bell on glass door. His tall figure paced towards the counter standing behind a few customers. You chewed on your bottom lip and you began thinking of what you would say to start off the conversation.

While you were thinking and looking at the table, Steve was having thoughts of his own. In the same spot you sat everyday, Steve admired your stature. You were beyond any woman he simply ran into on the streets, you looked like an actual person. He knew you had a story, a life, thoughts that were completely your own. He knew this because every time he had stepped foot inside this place, he analyzed you from a far. He always noticed you hard at work and it sort of intimidated him. Despite being the image of strong Captain America on the outside, he was still scrawny awkward, Steve Rogers on the inside.

With it being a bit more chilly outside, he decided he would take the muffin and coffee he had ordered today to a table by the window. He was directly in your view as his was out the window. You mentally argued with yourself before taking your sweaty palms off your knees and marched over to him. You had your drawing in your left hand before practically slamming it down in front of him. Another problem, the words became jumbled in your mind and you kind of just stood there.

Steve looked up at you and smiled softly trying to keep up a “cool” act. He gazed at the paper you had just placed in front of him and was in complete awe over your work.

“Hi.” You said finally. Rubbing your arm you swallowed the lump in your throat waiting for him to say something—-anything.

“Hi, is this me?” Steve questioned as he was bursting from happiness on the inside. He was realizing that you had noticed him just as much as he noticed you.

“Yeah um...” you blink a few times composing yourself, “it is...I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” He shook his head quickly, “No,no. Not at all. This is amazing. You even got my buttons right. Sit down, please?” He chuckled lightly, almost nervously.

You accepted and sat down on the black metal chair across from him. Your friend’s mother was right, his eyes did seem sparklier up close.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why me?” He questioned, taking his eyes away from the paper and placed them on yours.

You looked at your lap since his gaze was making you a bit more nervous. “I just wanted to say...thank you.” You looked up him again and he now had a puzzled look across his features.

“Thank you?”

“You may not remember...but um, last year I was walking to the classes I was taking at the time when the invasion had happened—I was going to basically die. When I was running, a part of the building was falling and well, you pushed me out of the way.” Suddenly Steve had a look of realization. He hadn’t felt crazy anymore, he had met you before, well briefly. Your image had been engraved in his mind in some way.

“Oh my, yes. I completely remember you now,” he was a bit shy himself at the crush he had developed on you, “you’re welcome—and thank you for this.” You smiled a bit at him and looked at the paper that was between you two.

“I’m sorry, I never really introduced myself. I’m Y/N...Y/L/N.” Your fingers tapped the top of the table near your delicately laid arm.

“Nice to you meet you miss y/n. I’m Steve, Rogers.” He held his hand out for you to shake. Your eyes shot down quickly and you mentally cursed at yourself for not shaking his hand first. As he shook your hand he smiled once more then at your things. “Would you maybe...perhaps want to join me?”

You had an almost look of disbelief. He actually wanted you to stay. You chuckle out loud. “Um...yes. Yes, I would love to. I’ll just go get my things before someone steals them.”

After gathering your items and coffee you came back to the table where Steve sat. In front of you was half of his muffin on a small plate. He had cut it in half so he could share it with you. Noticing you looking at the muffin he spoke, “They’re my favorite, I insist you try it.” The look on his face mimicked a child. He seemed so delighted and excited that you had joined him. He was.

“I know...well, you’ve been here every day for the past two weeks. I don’t believe you’re the quietest person at ordering.” You teased him.

He playfully gasped, “I’m sorry to interrupt your coffee drinking. I suppose I’ll just have to make it up to you.” Hearing his voice alter to one that hinted a bit of flirting you blushed softly.

You two had been sitting at the table for two hours already. There was never a dull moment or silence. Your conversation was more exciting to the two of you than anything you could ever encounter on the streets of New York.

The things you two discussed consisted of Steve admitting how much he loved reading the paper and seeing the illustrations in the back and you admitting that you’d do anything to be able to wear his armor due to how cool it looked.

“No way! You draw those? They’re hilarious.” Steve boomed throughout the shop. You would erupt in laughed before nodding.

“Yes yes, that’s me. I make those. I adore art.” You replied.

“Really? I’ll have to show you the sketches I’ve made...if I hadn’t joined the army, or become who I am now, I would’ve probably been aiming for what you are.”

“I’d like that.”

Moments later the suit conversation had played out.

“Please say it’s comfortable, it looks so cool! I feel like I would let a bus hit me because I’m convinced the suit is just that good.” You admitted. This time Steve was the one in a fit of giggles.

“Ah, well I’m not sure the suit would allow you to do that. Perhaps the shield would be more to your liking.”

“If you let me touch the shield you’re going to regret it. I’ll probably just hide it in my bag.” You teased back.

“Y/N I don’t think it’ll fit in—“

“Shhhh don’t crush my dreams.”

Once the time came for you to catch the subway, Steve had walked you out of the bakery. The wind brushed through your guys’ hair as you stood facing him.

The conversation of his life prior to the serum being in his system had come up a few minutes before you realized you had to go.

“Really? This was you?” You asked as your eyes scanned the photo from Steve’s wallet of himself in the 40s.

“Yep. Little ol’ Steve Rogers, the kid from queens with a big mouth and not the exact body to back it up.”

“You look adorable.” You smiled. This made Steve’s heart warm. He rocked back and forth on his heels a bit.

“Yeah?,” he chuckled, “not many girls were lining up to dance with me back then.”

You looked down at the photo then up at Steve handing it back to him, “Well, I would’ve loved to hop on the chance to dance with smaller Steve Rogers...the kid from queens with the big mouth...and big heart.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile as he slipped the photo away. A blush was evidently displayed upon his cheeks and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Is there any chance you’d hop on the chance to go dance with Steve Rogers, the much taller version...who had a great time with you today?” You smile and grab a pen from your bag.

Without a word you grab Steve’s hand and begin to write your phone number down upon it. He laughed lightly.

“I’d love that. Here’s my number, don’t leave me waiting—I know your morning routes.” You playfully threatened.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You continue to smile in his cheery eyed direction.

“I’ll talk to you later Steve.” You turn on your heels and begin walking to the subway while Steve remains standing in front of the shop feeling like a kid on Christmas.

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[bluerene]

river, part five [starx]

...it’s been a while, y’all.

Sorry about the long, long wait. For those of you who sent me sentence prompts, I’m sorry, I needed to take a break to focus on this, but I promise I’ll finish everything that is in my inbox. Thank you for your patience!

And if you were waiting for part five, well, here it is! All the parts are linked here since you’ll probably need a recap. The final chapter will be pretty short and sweet, so hopefully it’ll be up within the next week. As always, all my love to @fireflyxrebel and @mysticalmeowler because y’all are unbelievably supportive AND share my feelings regarding this ship. Also @lightdusk96 , who never fails to cheer me on through the worst of writers blocks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3

bless, 

blue 

She looked gorgeous bathed in moonlight.

Is that cheesy? It sounds cheesy. But it was honestly the only thing I could think when I arrived at the cove.

Starfire was already there, sitting near the shore, a purple drawstring bag beside her. She hugged her knees to her chest, drawing lines in the sand while she waited.

She waited. Somehow, that felt like everything.

I turned off my bike, kicked down the stand, and made my way over to where she was seated.

“Hey,” I said, offering her my hand, “pretty dress.”

It was. Who knew Starfire would look so good in blue? Not to mention all the skin I had never seen before. Her legs, her arms, her neck - completely bare, save for the studded band she wore around her bicep.

“I thank you. Your attire is nice as well.”

Weird, I’d never heard her say something so monotonously.

“You don’t think the mask looks goofy without the rest of the suit?” I gestured to my button-down, expecting a smile in return.

Starfire pressed her lips together and glanced at my bike.

She sighed, “we are going somewhere?”

“Is that a problem?”

Translation: did I do something wrong?

She smoothed out the pale blue hem of her skirt and shook her head, “I was unaware of the location change. My outfit may not be considered appropriate for -”

“There’s nobody you need to impress tonight, cutie. I promise. You look amazing.”

She smiled then, briefly, before returning her gaze to the sand, tracing squiggly shapes quietly.

“Everything alright?” I asked, joining her on the ground.

She sighed again.

“No. But I do not wish to spoil this evening by burdening you with the things that concern me.”

“Starfire- “

“Red X,” she cut in, lifting her face, “you do not need to pretend to care. I am content with this ‘date’ commencing as planned. We will eat and talk and go our separate ways and continue to battle as we always have.”

My stomach dropped. What? Where was this coming from?

“Okay. Fine.”

“I thank you.”

“We don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I sprung it on you without warning.”

Starfire shook her head.

“That is not what this is about.”

“Wanna tell me what it is then?” I snapped, “Because I have no idea what changed in the last ten hours. Did you come to your senses? Did you realize I’m not what you thought you wanted?”

My stomach dropped when she didn’t say anything.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hated everything.

“That answers that, I guess,” I muttered, “I’ll see you around -”

She grabbed my arm before I could leave, holding me in place.

“It is not about you,” Starfire hissed, her eyes flaring, “it has never been about you. I tell you time and time again that I do not care about what you think. I see the good in you. And X’hal, Red X, despite your tantrums and the obvious obstacles between us, I like you more than I care to admit -”

Yes.

“But it has been an awful day, and I cannot bear to put up with your meaningless flirtations while I remain conflicted over my feelings.”

“Meaningless?” I echoed, prying her fingers off of my sleeve, “You think I showed up here, risking everything, for something that was meaningless?”

“I only meant -”

“I kissed you, Starfire. What did you think that was? A joke?”

God fucking damn everything.

I stood up to brush sand off the back of my pants, “I’m calling it a night. I’ve got stuff to do and I don’t want to waste your time with my ‘meaningless flirtations’.”

Starfire pushed herself off the ground and yanked me back.

“Why is it that Earth boys cannot stop running? Listen to me, for one moment you stupid clorbag,” she growled.

I’m sure I don’t have to describe how hot that was.

But like, it was hot.

“I apologize if I offended you, but I have already said that I like you, and if you are still unsure of where I stand, I will clarify that I have feelings for you, so perhaps instead of tending to your wounded pride, you will do the shutting up and prove that your words are not empty”

And if that wasn’t enough, she pushed her fingers under the bottom of my mask and lifted it to the bridge of my nose, closing the distance between us.

I did what any sane guy would do.

I kissed her back with everything I had. Her hands gripped the collar of my shirt, keeping me impossibly close while I held her hips against mine.

Despite the frustration that was there, she kissed me slowly, teasingly, pulling away to brush her mouth on mine gently before capturing my lips again. I ran my tongue along her lower lip, breaking the kiss when she giggled.

Ah, there she is. Beneath the angry-eyes and snarly-face, I could still feel the warmth of her touch.

“Is this okay?” I asked quietly, resting my forehead against hers.

She breathed slowly and nodded, loosening her grip on my shirt. “It is more than okay. I am sorry I doubted your feelings for me. I did not mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine. I was acting like an asshole anyway.”

Starfire frowned and dropped her hands, “correct, but I should not have assumed the worst. I have had...an unpleasant day, and I took my feelings out against you unfairly.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked, letting go of her waist.

“It is alright, I know you had something planned for us tonight, I do not wish to ruin it.”

“Starfire,” I said seriously, taking her hand, “what’s wrong?”

I sat and tugged her down beside me, leaning back on my palms.

“Go on,” I probed.

She shifted uncomfortably and ran a hand through her hair, gazing out into the bay.

“I am confused about my feelings,” Starfire confessed, “because I am still in love with Robin.”

“Okay.” That wasn’t much of a surprise.

“But I have thoughts about you. And it feels as if I am betraying him by pursuing those thoughts. We have already drifted so much, and I fear that this will only distance us further.”

“Is that all you fear?” I asked, “or are you worried that being with me will ruin your relationship with him forever?”

Starfire’s eyes widened.

“I do not mean - x’hal, I am not waiting for him to come back to me, X, I swear I am not using you to -”

“Hey, shhhh, calm down,” I touched her arm gently, ”that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just think some part of you knows that any kind of relationship with me will threaten your relationship with him. And for that matter, the rest of your team. I mean, where do they think you are right now? Another late flight?”

Starfire turned pink and looked away.

“I informed Raven we were going on a date,” she said shyly, “but Cyborg and Beast Boy think I am trying to avoid Robin.”

Wait, what?

“I’m not gonna get cursed for taking you out, right?” I asked, inciting a giggle from her.

“Raven does not usually do curses, but there are not many boys I have gone out with, so I suppose we will have to wait and see,” she replied, smiling.

“Reassuring, cutie,” I said, shaking my head, “so, you’re confused about who you like. Or what you feel. That’s why you’re in a mood?”

“No,” she said miserably, propping herself up on her elbows and straightening her legs, “Robin and I had an argument.”

Ahhh.

“I’m sorry,” I said awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“It is my own fault. I have been distant for a while now. Today...it was simply the breaking of something bigger.”

“You can talk about it if you want. I don’t mind.”

Starfire tilted her head.

“Would that not be inappropriate? As I am on a date with you?”

I shrugged, “no point in following through with the stuff I planned if you aren’t in the mood. I brought food and blankets on my bike; let’s lay it out here and have a picnic.”

A smile spread across her lips slowly. “I did not know you could do spontaneity.”

“Hard to be in my line of work without a backup plan. And for the record, cutie, you don’t know much about me at all.”

She tucked her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat.

“I am hoping with can change that.”

I pushed myself off the ground and walked over to the X-Cycle .

“We’ll see.”

Dinner still felt fairly warm. Definitely hot enough to eat. I unpacked the food carrier, grabbed a blanket and a couple of the battery-operated candles, and the bag with my suit in it.

“You came prepared,” she commented, floating for a moment as I spread the blanket beneath her.

“Always am. Here, start turning these on. There’s a switch at the - yeah, perfect. Put them wherever you want. I brought fizzy cider too. I wasn’t sure what you preferred to drink, but I’ve never seen anyone say no to cider from - “ don’t say the restaurant name, you idiot, “ah, anywhere.”

“That is very sweet of you. For the record, my favorite drink is mustard.”

Ewwww. I shuddered.

“Like the condiment?”

Starfire laughed, clasping her hands together, “it is tangy and smooth and reminds me of the traditional faglaga juice from my home planet.”

“Right. Sure. I’ll take your word for it.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Perhaps you will try it with me one day? Or we can share your favorite drink?”

“Could be fun, if I ever make it past the taste of mustard in my mouth.”

She shoved me gently - or what I assume was meant to be gently - into the sand.

“Ow!”

“Oops,” she said airily, covering her mouth to conceal her smile, “it is my bad. May we now eat?”

“Way to change the subject, cutie.”

“It is a skill I have attained mastery of.”

I gestured at the to-go boxes that sat on the blanket.

“Hope you like Italian.”

She did. Enthusiastically, though I’m not sure if that was genuine or just Starfire being her astoundingly kind self. It’s crazy that there’s even a difference there to consider.

We talked about everything and anything, inching closer and closer together until she was leaning against me. I told her about the cities I’d been to, the sights I’d seen, and the music I listened to. She talked about growing up a princess (go figure, right? Of course she’d be a literal fucking royal), her adjustments to life on Earth, and her hobbies, none of which were very surprising to me. I didn’t push her for many questions about her time as a Titan. I don’t know if that’s because I thought it would make her uncomfortable, or because I didn’t want to hear it, knowing that in all honesty, I would be a liar if I said I didn’t want that life.

Starfire, to her credit, didn’t push back either. But every now and then, she’d get this sad, faraway look on her face.

And me being the dumbass I am, opened my mouth to ask her about it.

-

“So what’d he do?”

I lifted my head from X’s shoulder.

“Hmm?”

He nudged me gently, placing a hand on the curve of my waist and running his fingers along the soft blue fabric of my dress.

“Boy Blunder. Whatever he did, it’s bothering you. So talk to me.”

I stared at him curiously.

“Why do you wish to know so badly?”

X shrugged and turned his gaze to the breaking waves that lapped against the shore. Stars glittered on the horizon, the bright shine of Vega casting a glow through the patch of clouds above us.

“I wanted to make this night good for you,” he said finally, “because it’s the one real chance I’ll get to be in between what I am and what you want me to be. I’m not a thief and you’re not a Titan. We’re just two people. And as long as you’re keeping this...thing to yourself, you’re going to be all sigh-y. Which would ruin your memory of this moment.”

X tilted his head and dragged his hand up my side to touch my chin.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

I blushed and looked down.

“C’mon, beautiful.”

His fingers intertwined with mine and I automatically moved closer to him, snuggling against his form. His touch soothed me. I had never expected it to feel like anything other than electricity, but there was a sense of peace that warmed me when he touched me like this.

I did not mean to make the comparison in my head, but at the time, I almost felt like I did when I was with Robin.

“Did you know that Robin and I have never been an item?” I asked, gazing up at the sky, “I am sure you did not. Most of the city believes we were or are together. Most of the Titans do as well.”

X waited patiently, lacking the usual quips he readily delivered so often. I pushed on.

“What you all do not know is that when the Titans were in Tokyo, Robin told me that...that a hero is all that he is capable of being. And emotionally, there are no openings for attachments beyond friendship.”

If I sounded bitter, it was unintentional.

“We have not been the same since. It has been a challenging year. We do not talk or spend time together in the same way we used to. And as of late, with my usual distance from him and the sneaking off I have conducted, it seems his patience is broken.”

X pressed a hand to my back, stroking it comfortingly as I pressed my lips together, voice wavering.

“We had an argument today,” I whispered, “I do not even recall why it began or who initiated it, but he was so angry. I have never ever seen Robin so furious or hurt. And the things we said...X’hal, it was terrible.”

“I’m sorry, Starfire,” he said quietly.

“Nothing he said was untrue. I wish he had spat lies in my face, but X, he was right. I have been selfish and cold with him lately. I have furthered the space between us. I am killing our relationship slowly,” I said miserably.

He drew his hand higher along the column of my spine, pausing at the base of my neck to bury his fingers in my hair.

“My mom had hair like yours, y’know.”

I froze, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

“It was long. And thick. She always kept it tied back when she was working, but my dad loved it when she wore it open for him.”

“X…”

“My parents were the worst couple ever. They loved each other enough to share a house and a kid, but that’s about it. Dad used to fuck side-girls whenever he could. He got wasted every other weekend. Then Mom got sick and called it quits. She kicked him out and bullshitted a thousand lies so she could spare him the pain of watching her go through treatment. And so that she wouldn’t have to struggle through their broken marriage while she recovered.”

He turned his head and looked at me, dragging his hand to my jaw to hold my gaze to his.

“It’s crazy, the things people do to protect themselves and the ones they love. Not so different from what you’re doing with Bird Boy.”

I stared at him openly, tears filling my eyes.

Red X leaned in, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he said simply, removing his hands and lying back on the ground, crossing his arms beneath his head, “I’m sorry if I said too much, you wanted honesty so I figured - oomph!”

I tackled him, squeezing his hips with my knees as I caged his body with mine. I gripped the edge of his mask and rolled it up to his nose, pressing my lips to his cheek gently before cupping his face and bending down to kiss him deeply.

He brought his arms to my waist, the thin fabric of my dress barely protecting my skin from his searing touch.

Everything felt too warm, as if the fire inside me had swelled to the surface of my body. He tasted like the cake we shared, smooth and buttery. Chocolate lingered on his tongue.

I shifted my hips, blushing when the movement resulted in a low groan escaping his lips. With wide eyes, I did it again, smiling when he panted.

“Cutie, I don’t think you know what you’re doing- ” he choked out, digging his fingers into my hips to steady me.

“I am learning,” I purred. 

He closed his hands around my wrists and sat up, attaching his mouth to the hollow of my throat.

“You usually keep your neck covered, right?”

I nodded.

“Good.”

I gasped when I felt him bite me, running his tongue over the mark to soothe the sting of his teeth.

X pulled away, gauging my response.

“Ah...too much?” He asked sheepishly.

The spot on my neck was still pulsing. Heat coiled in my stomach.

This was all so new.

“Not at all.”

He licked his lips and descended again, tickling my skin with his nose while his mouth explored me.

I snaked a hand between us to grip the collar of his shirt, dragging my fingers lower to undo the first button. Then the second.

I brushed my hand against his chest, marveling at the feel of it. He was smooth and soft, save for a few patches of puckered scars.

He flinched when I pressed my palm to his heart.

But I could not focus on the way he froze for the moment or the fact that his kisses had become greedier, dipping closer and closer to the neckline of my dress.

I was not thinking about the way he squeezed me closer, or the panic in his eyes when he finally pulled away to stare at the placement of my hand beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Because as soon as I touched him, I felt his heart beat faster. It quickened under my fingertips. It reminded me of the way I felt when I was around Robin.

And I realized at that moment, whatever doubts I possessed for X had vanished.

“What is it?” He snapped, clearly discomforted by my scrutiny.

“You mean what you said,” I said softly, meeting the eyes of his mask.

X pursed his lips.

“Yeah, we discussed this already, Starfire,” he said impatiently, “what about it?”

I shook my head.

“No, X, I can feel your heart. You truly mean what you said. You care for me.”

He flushed.

“We all have soft spots.”

“Not in this manner. Do you realize what this means?”

“It means I like you, cutie.”

“It means we have both developed the true feelings. How am I to treat you in battle? How are we to partake in a...relationship?” I closed my eyes and sighed, “I fear there is no going back.”

“Who said I wanted to go back?” He challenged, closing his palm over mine, “why is it all or nothing for you? Why can’t we work in-between?”

“Do you really believe we could be happy and successful in that place? To hide and lie and run around in the shadows?”

His grin thrilled me.

“Seems to me you haven’t minded sneaking with me these last few days. It’s not forever. It’s just until we figure out what we want. Does that sound so bad?”

“You would be the boyfriend to me,” I mumbled, “I could never oppose such an idea.”

“Boyfriend, huh? I was just thinkin’ friends with benefits - oof!” His cheekiness dissolved into laughter as he crashed into the sand.

I waved my fist threateningly.

“Clorbag.”

“Kinda your clorbag, though.”

His hand shot out and gripped my waist, tugging me on top of him.

“Since you copped a feel, do I get to as well?”

“I do not find your humor amusing in the slightest,” I said haughtily, rolling my eyes, “it would be wise to resume kissing me or risk further injury.”

I am pleased to say I did not think of Robin once  X covered my mouth with his. In fact, lying in his embrace on that vacant stretch of beach, I found myself filled with unbridled joy, the likes of which I hadn’t truly felt in a long, long time.

There was something comforting in his promise of an ‘us’. Knowing that although there would be challenges, he was willing to try. I did not know if our actions were the right ones, nor did I expect anything to come of what was unfolding between us. 

Later, Raven would express her anger with me for vanishing after my fight with Robin. Her gaze would fall on the marks along my neck and the candles around her room would flare white-hot. Beast Boy and Cyborg would share their concerns, curious about where I had been. And after I escaped to my room, Robin would knock on the door and apologize for his words, disappointed with himself and with me. And I would forgive him because I would still be warm from the evening I had spent out. My heart would quicken, and I would be confused because I would not know which boy was causing the stirrings in my chest.

But that is later.

For the moment, for this moment, the lies and deception have been worth it.

When we finally parted, I remained curled in his embrace, gazing up at the sky in all its wonder.

We made small talk. I did not mention his mother or father or the fact that he had opened up to me so easily. He kept his mask folded at his nose, unwilling to push it higher, but not wanting to seal his lips for the evening.

A loud buzz from his pocket reminded me of the outside world and the threat of what we were doing.

He cursed and glanced at the screen of his phone, reluctantly wiggling out from under me to write something.

“I’ve got a drop-off,” he said quietly.

I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest.

“You are leaving?”

“In this case, I don’t have much of a choice.”

I wanted nothing more than to remind him that was untrue. That he did have a choice, that what he was doing was wrong, and he was worth more than this.

But there was a determination in the corners of his smile. Finality in his grip.

So I let him go.

He promised me he would be safe and that it was an essential trade. He even told me he would be protecting the city by making this deal.

I helped him clean up the mechanical candles and blanket, packing them away in his bike while he retrieved his suit. He awkwardly asked me to turn around while he changed into it. I obliged him, only glancing when I was unable to resist the sight of him shirtless.

X hooked a leg over his bike and looked at me, holding out a hand.

I took it, allowing him to tug me over to his side.

“I’m sorry, cutie. You know I have to do this.”

“Be well,” I whispered, gripping the front of his suit and leaning in to kiss him gently.

He pulled me against his body, curling his arm around my waist.

“Again. Soon.” He breathed, lifting my hand to his mouth. His phone buzzed insistently, halting him as he kissed my fingertips.

I placed my hands on the sides of his head and pulled his mask down, snapping it beneath his jaw.

“Good luck.”

He nodded and kicked away the stand that kept his bike upright, revving his engine and taking off into the night.

I did not return to the tower immediately. Instead, I slipped off my shoes and raised the hem of my skirt to my thighs, wading slowly into the cool tides. The glow of the moon lit the waves as they lapped against the shore. The sand felt silky beneath my bare feet.

It felt ethereal. I did not feel quite as lost or confused as I had in the days before. I could not bring myself to be afraid. Not yet.

Not while I still tasted X on my tongue and felt his arms around my body. Not while the memory of his honesty was still fresh in my mind. Not while I could still feel his heart pulsing against my palm.

I flexed my hand and brought it to my chest, closing my eyes as I felt the even thudding beneath my skin.

I felt found.

#river #part five #starx #blue writes #YIKES this is late #teen titans #starfire #red x #ava i love youuuuu

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Wait Up! PT2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

PART ONE: Wait Up!

A/N: So, this was requested by a lot of people sooo here it is! I have some pretty bad writer’s block, so it’s kinda hard to force these stories out, but I hope you like it anyway! My inbox is pretty much empty so if you want to request... go ahead! Oh, and you don’t need to read part one, but I think you should!

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"Wait up!" He chased after her.

She smirked, turning toward him, "Yes?"

"Well I mean-" -Punch- "We barely even-" -jab- "Got to know each other."

"Y/N!" Sam repeated.

She barley even turned around, sending her enemy flying backward.

"Thanks, Y/N!"

"Don't mention it!" She shouted, bringing her attention back to Spider-man. It was a good fight, Spider-man almost made Y/N forget what she was fighting about, and that was a good thing. She hated the idea of all of her friends fighting, it just wasn't right.

Boom.

Y/N saw Spider-man fly through the air, landing on his back.

"Scott!" She screamed, rushing over to him.

"Spidey?" She whispered, sitting down by his side.

"I'm-I'm fine, I'm good it's good." He attempted to sit up, but Y/N put her hand on his chest, holding him down.

"You need to go home." She mumbled.

"I can't!" He struggled out.

She shook her head, "Yes, you can."

He held his hip with his hand, "But I'm- I'm... I'm supposed to protect you."

Y/N scowled at first, about to find her father, but then smiled softly, "Thank you, but I think the first priority is taking care of you."

He blushed through his mask, that was falling off anyway. and Y/N could see it. "Can you walk?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows.

He pushed himself up with all of his mite, before tumbling back down.

"No problem." Y/N said.

She leaned forward, picking him up bridle style.

"W-what-"

"Shhhh. What, did you think my power was just looking hot?" She joked.

Spider-man blushed harder, looking down, "Well, I mean-"

"Super-strength." She mumbled, "Not that you'd that heavy, but now you're like.. Light as a feather."

He hummed in acknowledgment.

"Hey, Clint! Let my dad know that I'll be in New York if he needs me!" She said without looking behind her.

"Wait, hold on.... You don't need to-"

"Yeah, I do. I just want to get out of here." She smiled. Before Peter knew it he was on a plane with Y/N Stark, headed back home. But the plane ride went by too fast, because somehow he ended up in the hallway of his very apartment.

"Peter, don't freak out." She told him.

Peter fiddled with his sleeve of his Mathlete shirt nervously, "But I have black eye, she's gonna be asking questions!"

"Just tell her- tell her you got beaten up or something- hi!"

"Pete!" May pulled her nephew into a tight hug, "Who's this?" She stepped back, examining Y/N's face.

"Oh, this is Y/N! She's... Mr Stark's daughter." He blushed.

"Nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you!" Y/N held her hand out. Peter blushed even harder, looking at his feet.

May's face lit up, "Oh, I'm sorry!" She stepped to the side, allowing her to go inside.

"Well, I'm only here for a little while, until my dad picks me up. I hope you don't mind!" She smiled.

"Of course not! Any friend of Peter's is welcome here! Although, you are the first girl he's ever brought home!"

"May!" Peter whisper yelled.

"Sorry!" She squealed as she patted his shoulder. But Y/N was already well in front of him. Tony sighed at May, "I'm sorry about my daughter, she's very..."

"She's very kind." May finished his sentence.

"Really?"

Tony knew his daughter wasn't a scoundrel, but nobody else had ever described her as just 'kind'.

"Well, she's just-" -May pointed down the hall- "Over there, if you'd like to get her."

Tony nodded, following May's finger.

He stopped at the door, eyebrows raised, listening in on the series of giggles coming from Peter's room.

He decided to take action, throwing the door open quickly, "What in the world-" He stood in silence, looking at the pair of teenagers.

Y/N and Peter were sitting on the floor, playing a card game.

"Dad!" Y/N flung herself into Tony's arms, "Sorry I just.. Bailed."

He kissed her forehead, choosing to forget the whole incident, which Y/N had to admit, she was grateful for.

“I think we should go, they’re wondering where you are.”

Y/N smiled, “Yeah, see you later, Pete!”

And with that, she left, leaving Peter starstruck, still not able to comprehend he was friends with Y/N Stark.

July/30/2017

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[zainbap]

some questions: 1. has Levi read any of Zain's fics? 2. Please tell us a story of something embarrassing Zain has done because he mentioned that as a possible question. 3. As I always ask Zain, how THE FUCK does one write a thing? ~foxjae

Levi: Yeah, I’ve read a lot of his stuff, (and actually I’m a small side character in his uni fic shhhh!) AND of course I’ve read Zain’s other stuff from writing school and the beginning of his book and I can tell ya guys, you’re missing out, it’s really cool stuff happening!

2. Oh gee, embarrassing stuff? I’m not sure I can think of embarrassing, I don’t think we’re people who get embarrassed easily. I CAN think of WEIRD however! Firsly; he eats raw eggs. No. He DRINKS them. FROM A GLASS. I have seen it happens guys this is not a drill!! Cracks them open in a glass and just.... drinks. Wow. 

Secondly, he does this thing when we watch movies or series on the couch. If things get really funny, or suspenseful, or any strong emotion really, he starts kicking me with his feet. I’m not sure why. But it’s nice. I like it. It makes me feel special.

3. Oooh, I don’t know if I’m qualified to answer this, but I’ll give it a try. Mostly, I just write from where I stand. What I can relate to. I don’t know anything about astrophysics, so I don’t write about that. I write about stuff that I know, that I think about in my daily life. I think that’s what makes writing relatable. Also, just don’t think about writing perfectly, that’s when one gets writer’s block. Just write what comes to mind, and then you can edit it another time if you want. Just letting yourself write, I think that’s when your original voice comes out! And quick tip if you get stuck, write short stuff when you feel inspired after playing like a video game, seeing a movie or whatever. Just pick a character and write from their perspective. Something short, just cause it’s fun. That might get you started writing other things later! Gosh, I hope this was somewhat informational haha! 

Thank you for these questions, it’s been fun! Gosh it got long real fast, but I’m a writer, sorryyyy :) /Levi

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[magicalmutants]

Hey, I'm doing what you said and idk what to say exactly. But thank you

No Problem!

Update: So as you guys may know, my posts haven’t been working, so I’m going to post stories like this. Once the posts work, I’ll publish the original ones with my tracking tag (#magicalmutants) so it’s easier to find! Thank you all for understanding!!

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I’ll be There (Alex Summers x reader)

requested: yes! “So you and Alex are best friends before you find out that you guys are mutants. As you guys are walking to your next class during school, your phone starts to go off.The rest is up to you.”

Notes:the relationship between the reader and Alex is purely platonic! I thought it would be a bit refreshing...(tell me if you hate it oml I’m sorry)

A/N: I’ so sorry it took so long! 

Warnings: None except an evil mom.

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You were so glad you weren’t alone when you found out you were a mutant. Your best friend Alex Summers had confided in you when you had told him of your predicament. But your joy was short lived. 

Soon after, Alex was put in solitary confinement, leaving you alone. It had been a while, but eventually, you and your best friend had been reunited, even if it was in the face of danger.

Well, soon after the fight with Shaw, Charles’ paralysis and Erik and Raven leaving, everyone was fairly upset. But Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was open. Mutant youth from all over the country poured in. You and Alex thought it was about time to begin your interrupted education again.

You began to settle into the groove of things. Balancing, training, mutant history, bioscience, and arguably trivial subjects like math and literature pretty well.

That is, until today.

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You were tired, sweaty and gross. Not to mention aching all over. You had just finished an exhausting training session, and the thoughts of a hot shower seemed wonderful. As you walked through the halls, you bumped into Alex.

“Oh! Didn’t see you there!” You started.

“Am I that much of a wallflower?”Your friend teased, feigning hurt.

You grinned and bumped hi shoulder. You continued walking in a comfortable silence, both tired from the vigorous and tiring day. You got to your room and stopped outside. I’ll meet you in the library in twenty minutes,” You told him.

He nodded and turned to walk away. But before he could take a single step, the newly installed rotary phone in your room started ringing. Alex turned around with a quirked eyebrow and you looked just as surprised. Clearly the two of you were not used to getting calls.

You walked over and answered. 

“Hello?”

“(Y/N), it’s Hank, come to Charles’ office now,” The voice at the other end said.

You rolled your eyes,”You know Hank, just because we got newly installed phones doesn’t mean you can’t walk up a flight of stairs. Charles is paralyzed, not you,” You were annoyed at being cheated out of your shower.

You hung up and turned to Alex.

“You heard that right?” You asked.

“Yep. Let’s go,” He said, his tone equally unenthused.

As you walked to Charles’ office, you heard voices.Your eyes widened and you froze. No, it couldn’t be. 

Alex turned to you, a confused look on his face. Before he could say something, the door opened, revealing a troubled Hank.

He ushered you inside and closed the door behind you. You reluctantly stepped inside, reassured by Alex’s presence. You saw two figures sitting on your side of the desk. Two figures you hoped would never come into your life again.

Charles was sitting on the opposite side, looking worried. No doubt at their thoughts.

A chair scraped and you looked into the face of your mother.

“(Y/N)(L/N)!” She shrieked.

You winced and glanced at your father. He was sitting idly, looking thoroughly uninterested. Typical. He always let your mother do the talking, raising and disciplining. Maybe you wouldn’t have left if he had put his oar in at least once in your life.

Charles made a gesture and everyone filed out of the office. Alex hesitated, but one look from you was all he needed to stay.

“How dare you disgrace the way we raised you and reared you and -” She began.

“Mother, as I have told you time and time again, try not to use synonyms to make a point when you’re upset,” You stated coldly, feigning nonchalance.

Your father made a noise like a grunt. Was it laughter or protest? You didn’t care.

“You dare- after we come all this way- the way people looked at us after you- after you -ran away!” She spat the last words like they left a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Well how could I not run away?” You yelled, heat flooding to your cheeks as your anger rose. “How could I not leave when you already treated me like crap? Dad never did anything to stop you tearing me down and do you think I wanted to give you more motives to call me Satan Spawn? You think I was going to tell you I was a mutant so you could find more grounds for the claims that I was a demon?”You were holding in tears. Whether from anger of hurt at painful memories, you didn’t know. Nor did you care.

“You can’t turn your back on family!” She screamed, her eyes bulging.

“This is my family,” You replied coldly.

She didn’t miss a beat. The lines sounded so rehearsed that you knew this was the reason she bothered putting in the time and money to track you down. Just for the satisfaction of seeing what her words did to you.

“Good that you found your own kind, then. I don’t know if I could bear having a science experiment for a daughter,” She sniffed, her nose in the air. She gave Alex a once over, and snorted before storming out.

You looked at your father, wishing him to say something to your mum. Just this once. When you needed him most. He met your gaze with a pitiful look, before getting up, hesitating, and shuffling off after his wife. 

There was silence as the door closed behind him. Alex had been so quiet that you almost forgot he was there. 

All at once, you burst into tears and his arms are around you. And now he’s shushing you gently, and you’re telling him how much it still hurt. And now he’s telling you that he knows, as he continues to coo and stroke your hair.

“Shhhh. There, it’s okay. Shhhh. We’ll always be there for you (Y/N). I’ll always be there. You said it. We’re your family. Nothing’s gonna happen to you on our watch.” He whispered.

“Promise?” You sniffle. You realize how childish it sounds. But you need to hear it. You need something to grasp as you spiral out of control.

“Promise. I’ll always be there for you. Always,”

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There it is! Please please please tell me how you liked it! Please request, comment, like and reblog! I really appreciate it and requests and readers really help me with ideas when I’m busy or hit a writer’s block.

Thank you!

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[writtenbytammy]

At the start of every summer, I have a small ritual that I’ve been doing for a couple of years now. I read the entire Harry Potter series from start to finish in one go, just back to back to back until I fall asleep and then I wake up the next morning and continue reading the novels until I’m finished. My mom and sister have always thought I was strange for doing this. 

“WHY would you re-read books when you already KNOW what happens?” my mom asks exasperatedly when she sees me holding the duct-taped spines in place. I always shrug in response. It’s not that I’m a Harry Potter fanatic…I don’t have a tattoo of the Deathly Hallows or a Pottermore account, and I definitely don’t spend my time rewatching movie clips or writing fanfiction on forums. Honestly, the best way to describe this is that it could have been any series, but it just happens to be this one. Once I start book 1, I have to finish it until book 7, that’s how it works for me. My sister has kept her thoughts to herself until I dropped the Half-blood Prince down the (clean) toilet by accident. “Gross,” she said.

My father, on the other hand, is extremely supportive of this little summer event, and the moment he sees my dog-eared copies at the dinner table, he nods in understanding. He tiptoes around my spot on the couch and shushes my mother and sister when they’re around me. “Shhhh,” he says. “Heejae is reading her favorite.”

I had gone a full year without reading the series during the time I worked in Korea, and although my eyes always strayed towards the bright new copies at YP Books, I didn’t even bother buying them. On the day I flew back to the States, I reached for the first novel and immediately fell asleep from jet lag. My father messaged the family on our Kakao group chat the very next morning. 

“It is time Heejae applies for writing school.” was what he wrote. “Every time she reads the Harry Potter books she is reading with different eyes. I someday hope she will be like that J.K. Rowling!” I rolled my eyes then, but once I had already finished book 7 and realized I would be idling around at home, I started wondering about a masters in fine arts for creative writing. When I told my dad I was thinking about starting a portfolio for schools, he was so happy. “Go Heej!” he hooted. I would spend the next six months writing and editing and scrapping short stories that I would use in my applications. When things got difficult and writer’s blocks felt more like mountains, I would occasionally crack open a novel, read one sentence, and wonder how different a real author was to someone like me. I was constantly unhappy with the compositions I had created, but I submitted them nonetheless.

In February, when I started preparing for interviews, my father texted me every single day: “Don’t forget to mention Harry Potter as your greatest influence!” No, I said. Mentioning J.K. Rowling during a graduate program interview was a surefire way to the rejection pile. I told him I was going to discuss Henry James and modern Romanticism, or Asian-American issues and immigrant narratives. “You can say what you want, but if you forget Harry Potter you are not being honest,” he said.

After the end of my admissions season, I panicked. I don’t know how else to explain what I went through…something in me snapped and I grew afraid. I told my father that I didn’t want to go to an arts program after all. I came up with a lot of different excuses: it was expensive, I had lost my touch after being out of practice, I would try again later after I worked real jobs and saved real money. Cold feet, he called my roundabout explanations. I was scared of the unknown and he knew I was searching for a logical sense of direction because I couldn’t justify following my uncertain, wavering heart. He called me into the living room after dinner one night in May, and I sat on the piano bench as he searched for the right words to say.

“In one moment, life changes,” he finally said, and his words were gentle, but firm. “You have a small talent. It is a small seed, but under correct care and passion it will grow into a big tree. But you are afraid of growing something small, and you have not even tried.” He handed me his thesis, it was a slender black book with his name etched on the front in gold ink. I opened the cover and it was his dedication page, usually those are paragraphs long for all the professors, staff, and family members that contributed to the work. His was one sentence: “To all who forgave my faults in my life.” I briefly wondered what it would be like if I carried my own thesis, what would I write for the dedications? How thick would it be? But I snapped out of it and closed his book instead. Maybe, I still said. Maybe, but there’s just a lot of things I need to consider right now. Maybe it’s also a good idea to wait. Everything is happening so quickly, I don’t know what I want anymore. Maybe. He nodded, and I knew he wouldn’t press on the subject.

The next day, I woke up to $500 in my bank account, transferred under my father’s name. I knew immediately what it was for: the price for the registration fee, if I planned on accepting my offer. My father was letting me know that he supported me, but ultimately the decision was mine to make. I hemmed and hawed for hours and rifled through my admissions packet over and over again. Suddenly, I found myself navigating through all of the necessary websites to enroll into the program. I pressed the “submit payment” button before realizing that everything was about to change, and it was me who had made it that way. In one moment, life changes.

A few days ago it was Harry Potter’s 20th anniversary and I realized I was so wrapped up in getting ready for school that I had completely forgotten about my summer tradition. I was in the middle of pulling out The Sorcerer’s Stone from my bookshelf when my father came into my room to ask a question about airports. He saw the book in my hand, and turned to leave.

“It’s different every time, isn’t it?” he said as he left, and I smiled to myself before opening the cover to the first chapter.